My hope is in the LORD, and I wonder when the soaring will begin.¹ Where’s the eagle parked? I’m walking weary. I’m not running anymore and I’m still faint. The sun is up and I can bearly feel it’s warmth, certainly I won’t be frolicing today.²
Yet, I feel the sun on my face. The gentle breeze tickling the stuble on my scalp. Flowers blooming. Herbs visting my nosterlls in the morning air.
I start my last two classes of Grad School this week and next. I’m wondering if I have enough in the tank to finish. I wonder, but I keep walking as if I believe I can make it.
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